the threads in her head

"Cher. Do you still..." she faltered off, looking down at the ground. It was rather pretty, the ashy grey of that pavement somehow, she thought.

"Yes?" She looked up, and saw a questioning look in his eyes.

They walked on ahead. She dragged her steps, unsure about what to continue. It was funny, why she would feel so tentative about asking if he remembered, finding out whether he really did put it into his mind. Her mind tried to conjure words from her limited bank of vocabulary. Nothing came. She sighed.

"So?"

She didn't dare to look at him. Eyes forward, she casually replied, though inside she was trembling, "You know, about bringing me around."

He laughed. She turned round to meet his eyes. Two words from his mouth soothed her jitters and sent her into joy again.

"I remembered"
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He looked at her. She seemed hesitant, her mind over some issue. "Cher. Do you still..." her voice faded off and she was quiet again, eyes on ground.

Keeeping his eyes on her, he simply said, "yes?" as he continued walking beside her. He saw her looked up, and noticed how she turned back. They walked on, and he waited for her. Their pace seemed to be slowing down.

"So?" he asked, try to encourage her.

He observed how she didn't look at him. "You know, about bring me around."

Laughing, he realised what she was thinking about.

"I remembered"